His Betrayal, Her Empire

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ommotion near

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tailored cashmere coat, she, in a fur-trimmed jacket, a designer bag slung over her shoulder.

y ribs. I wanted to disappe

surprise, then narrowed with a predatory glint. Sh

n he saw me. For a split second,

as quickly a

ssuming stall. The other vendors,

ed, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

y neatly arranged macaro

k," I said, my voice

er arm through his. "Weren't we, darling? Jack was sayi

my eyes. "Yeah. Ho

tension. I could feel the curio

week," I said, meeting his gaz

dventurous. So far away." She squeezed Jack

something n

macarons. I couldn't stand being a

ally said, a strange note in hi

es

hat? After s

ne who ended it, Jack. When you put that ri

lly. "Well, I never! Such hostility, Emily.

ughed. "He was generous

kened. "That's

about seven years, Jack? Let's talk about the cheap zirconia ring

. "It was

nto my pocket and pulled out the small, velvet box he'd given me

ds him. The dull stone winked p

k. Maybe you can give it t

I'd offered her a s

e ring, then at me, hi

it," he said,

I dropped it onto his p

on the whispers, on the seven